Vincent's chest still heaved when the voice on the other end burst through—loud, cocky, annoyingly cheerful.
"Hey, fucker! What's up! Everything okay with the rich boy who doesn't know he's rich ?"
"Got that tricky four digits pin code from Mr. Alzheimer's??"
He winced, dragging a tired hand over his face. Even Austin's tone was too bright for the weight pressing on his ribs.
"Hey… I need to talk to you Austin.."
[ Claps for who guessed it right ! And yes ! It's Austin from chapter 2 ]
Something in his voice made the other man quiet. There was a faint click, the background noise fading as Austin probably moved somewhere private.
"Alright, spill the tea , Vin"
